The Touch of Earth

I want to touch your face

With eyes sealed

Standing before the sea

Knowing it by the fragrance

Of tide pool silt

Seagrasses and minnows

.
With fingertips and palms

The texture of sand,

Crystalline droplets,

Solidified tears

From stars and heat,

And lightning fusing grains into glass

Smooth, cool in the evening dew,

Salt on my lips

.
Tracing the story of a life

Brown as earth,

Hard as clay sifted into my pores

Life exhaled into the atmosphere

And warmth, warmth

Mingling with mine,

And breath.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2020

Photo: Mermaid Sleeps

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